Chapter 250
Cross chuckled, "You cheat on me, and now you're trying to hit me, too?" He stared at Andre with hurt in his eyes.
Andre took a deep breath to calm himself; he closed his eyes and placed his forehead on Cross's shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Andre murmured.
Cross's tears fell.
He wished he could believe Andre's clueless behaviour, he wished he could just hug Andre and tell him how much he missed him all day, he wished they could just step over all the piles of clothes on the floor and go over to the bed, cuddling up with each other without saying a word.
"I'm sorry for staying away all day..." he raised his face to look at Cross's weary eyes, his heart breaking.
"If this is a prank, I think you should stop now. I don't want to lose you, Cross," Andre whispered.
Cross wiped his tears, "You've already lost me. The moment you fancied Tony, took him to the toilet, fucked him... that's when you lost me, Andre. I'm never going to forgive you for cheating on me. I loved you, but you just proved to be a nasty human being. Fuck out of my face, I need to leave." Gently, Cross pushed Andre away and went to pick up his bags.
Andre's world started to spin. He gradually realised that Cross was dead serious about what he was saying.
Then, something must really have happened. He was feeling like he had a huge part of his memory erased. Dread filled him as the first thoughts filled his head.
Tony couldn't have done such a thing, after all, they went their separate ways when he brought him back from the hospital in the afternoon.
"Cross," he called, not leaving the door.
Cross faced Andre, his eyes back to their usual cold, abd guarded look.
"Get out of my way. Your sight disgusts me," Vriss said coldly.
Andre slowly nodded, "I will, but, just listen to me." He spoke quietly, feeling extremely anxious.
Cross was feeling irritated more as he stared at Andre, "I wish I could say that men are scum, but I'm one. So, fuck you, Andre, fuck your pretence." He chuckled and walked over to Andre, placing a finger under his jaw.
"You know, I purposely stayed back so I can look into your eyes and tell you that you're an animal, the most useless person I've ever seen," Cross chuckled, "I'm glad this shit happened, it saved me from tangling myself with a no-body like yourself. Well, now that I'm done using a loyal dog like you, it's time for me to hit the road. Thank God it's ended, my family would have been dishonoured if I brought a shameful thing like you home," Cross patted Andre's cheek in a derogatory manner.
Andre's body was gradually going numb from shock and pain.
He stared into Cross's eyes, dying a thousand times from the resentment he saw in them.
"You're hurting me, Cross," he whispered.
Cross laughed, "What an irony. Great then, I wish that pain kills you a thousand times." He fumed.
"Baby -"
"Jesus Christ! Have some fucking decency and get off my face! Do you really want to do the 'It's not what you think' shit?" Cross barked, his chest rising and falling as he heaved in anger.
Andre frowned, trying to keep himself standing by withstanding the pain that almost had him on his knees.
He realised that he had gone too deep with Cross, if not, why was he feeling like his world was coming to an end because Cross was breaking up with him?
He couldn't just let Cross go; what would he do without Cross? He had forgotten how he lived his life before Cross came along. His world didn't revolve around Cross... his world was Cross.
He gulped, feeling guilty for what he didn't do. He wasn't so sure anymore, but guilt was eating at him for ever making Cross hurt and doubt his feelings.
He took a shaky breath and met Cross's distant eyes, "I took Tony to the hospital, brought him back, searched for you for a while, called you, texted you, but you didn't answer or reply -"
"So you went to sink it somewhere else, Mr. Fucker?" Cross asked.
Andre continued his explanation, knowing that Cross was too angry to stop.
"I went to Ida's office, behind the bar at the club. I waited for you because I thought you'd get my message and meet me there since you already know I'm taking Ida's place until his return. You never came," He paused and clenched his jaws, quickly wiping the side of his eye with his thumb, clearing his throat.
"I asked the bartender to bring me a drink... just a glass, nothing intoxicated. I drank it, and somehow, I dozed off just to wake up and find out that it was night already." He finished and took cautious steps toward Cross.
"I feel something is off with me, Cross... maybe, I did cheat on you, maybe, I didn't. I understand how you feel, and I will also understand why you want to leave me. But, all I'm saying is that, consciously, I will never cheat on someone I love," Andre hekd Cross's hand, standing in front of him.
Cross's heart hammered in his chest.
Someone he loved?
What bad timing
And what a stupid, treacherous heart he had forsoauring at Andre's confession.
Cross wouldn't let himself be fooled twice, as Andre had once said to Leon: one should know when to back off. This was his time to back off.
"No wonder they say that cheaters are liars," Cross said, not taking his hand away from Andre yet.
"You've cooked up a very believable backstory, I wish I were that naive to believe you," Cross smiled sadly.
"So, we have two stupid sides to this stupid story. Firstly, your drink got spiked, causing you to lose consciousness of your actions. Secondly, we're suddenly in a fantasy realm novel where some witch casts a cloning spell on someone, making them sound like you. So, choose one of these dumb reasons and look for some idiot to tell it to." Cross snatched his hand from Andre's and walked toward the door.
This time, Andre didn't stop him.
He shut his eyes as the door slammed shut, the sound a final, brutal period to a story he hadn't wanted to end.
The first time he'd found a home with someone, it had ended in tragedy. Now, he stood in a room that was a perfect reflection of his inner turmoil—a battlefield of broken promises and shattered memories.
Outwardly, he was eerily calm, a still point in the chaos. But beneath the surface, a brutal war was being fought between the cold, hard reality of the moment and the sentimental ghosts that refused to be silenced
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